Chapter VI: Part 6

=Tawie=, quiet to handle.

=Tawted=, matted.

=Teat= (pron. =tait=), a little, a small quantity.

=Temper-pin=, the wooden pin that regulates (tempers), the motion
of the spinning-wheel.

=Tent=, care, heed; to care for, attend to.

=Tentie=, careful.

=Thack=, thatch.

=Thae=, those.

=Thairm=, fiddlestrings; intestines.

=Theekit=, thatched.

=Thegither=, together.

=Thieveless=, dry, unfriendly.

=Thir=, these.

=Thirl=, to thrill.

=Thole=, to endure, suffer.

=Thowe=, a thaw.

=Thowless=, lazy, good-for-nothing.

=Thrang=, busy; a throng.

=Thrave=, 24 sheaves (= 2 shocks) of corn.

=Thraw=, to cross, contradict; to twist;
=Thraw saugh woodies=, make (and peddle) baskets.

=Thrissle=, the thistle.

=Throu’ther=, =throwther=, pell-mell, mixed up.

=Till=, to;
=till’t=, to it.

=Timmer=, timber; the woods.

=Tine=, lose; be lost.

=Tint=, lost.

=Tinkler=, a tinker.

=Tirlin’=, rattling on the door-pin (= knocking for admittance.)

=Tittie=, sister.

=Tocher=, dowry; =tocher-band=, marriage-contract.

=Tod=, a fox.

=Toun= (often spelt =town=), a farm-house and the buildings
a-near; a hamlet.

=Towmond=, a twelvemonth.

=Toyte=, totter.

=Trig=, smart, neat.

=Tyke=, a vagrant dog.

=Unco=, great; very; strange.

=Uncos=, news; strangers.

=Vauntie=, proud, in high spirits.

=Virl=, the ring of metal round the point of a staff or umbrella.

=Wabster=, a weaver.

=Wad=, would; wager.

=Wae=, sorrowful.

=Waft=, a side excursion.

=Wair=, to spend, bestow.

=Wale=, to choose; a choice.

=Walie= (adj.), choice; goodly; large.

=Wame=, the belly.

=Wanchancie=, risky.

=Wanrestfu’=, restless.

=Wark-lume=, a tool.

=Warstle=, to wrestle, struggle.

=Waught=, a draught, or hearty drink.

=Wauken=, to awaken.

=Waukin’=, watching.

=Waukit=, hardened with work.

=Waukrife=, wakeful.

=Waur=, worse.

=Weans= (= =wee anes=), children.

=Weasan=, the weasand.

=We’se=, we will, or shall.

=Whaizle=, to wheeze.

=Whiddin=, scudding; =whids=, gambols.

=Whigmaleeries=, fantastical notions.

=Whins=, furze bushes.

=Whirligigums=, flourishes.

=Whitter=, a hearty draught.

=Whyles=, sometimes.

=Widdle=, the wriggle and struggle.

=Wimple=, to meander.

=Winnock-bunker=, a window-seat.

=Wintie=, a staggering motion.

=Woodie=, the gallows; a wand.

=Wordy=, worthy.

=Writers=, lawyers.

=Wud=, wild, mad.

=Wyte=, blame.

=Yell=, dry, milkless.

=Ye’se=, you shall or will.

=Yestreen=, last night.

=Yett=, gate.

=Yokin=, a yoking; a spell of work; a set to.

=Yont=, beyond.

=Yowe=, a ewe.

=Yowie= (dim. of =yowe=), a pet ewe.

=Yule=, Christmas (old style, however,
and therefore January 5).

[N.B.—The reader will do well to bear in mind that where Burns
uses, seemingly, a mixed dialect, the bias of feeling is towards
the vernacular; so that many words that are spelt as English must
be pronounced as Scotch in order to get the sense or rhyme or
both. See (e.g.) toun above.]

Index of First Lines

[The first lines of Choruses, as well as of the opening verses, are given in this Index.]

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever, 73

Again rejoicing nature sees, 58

A guid New-Year I wish thee, Maggie, 37

Ah, Chloris, since it may na be, 72

Ance crowdie, twice crowdie, 150

An’ O for ane an’ twenty, Tam, 34

An’ O! my Eppie, 148

As cauld a wind as ever blew, 119

As Mailie, an’ her lambs thegither, 94

Awa wi’ your witchcraft o’ beauty’s alarms, 132

Ay waukin, O, 163

Bannocks o’ bear meal, 155

Behind yon hills where Lugar flows, 20

Blythe, blythe and merry was she, 7

Bonnie lassie, will ye go, 3

Braw braw lads on Yarrow braes, 75

By Ochtertyre there grows the aik, 7

By yon castle wa’, at the close of the day, 12

Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, 108

Cauld is the e’enin’ blast, 130

Coming through the rye, poor body, 156

Contented wi’ little, and cantie wi’ mair, 47

Dear Smith, the sleest pawkie thief, 114

Does haughty Gaul invasion threat, 169

Duncan Gray came here to woo, 18

Edina, Scotia’s darling seat, 69

Fair fa’ your honest sonsie face, 154

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong, 74

First when Maggie was my care, 130

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, 9

For a’ that, and a’ that, 167

For auld lang syne, my dear, 170

Gane is the day, and mirk’s the night, 51

Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, 6

Green grow the rashes O, 22

Hale be your heart, hale be your fiddle, 61

Hark, the mavis’ e’ening sang, 108

Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, 112

Here’s a health to them that’s awa, 168

He’s gane, he’s gane! he’s frae us torn, 142

Husband, husband, cease your strife, 131

I am my mammie’s ae bairn, 103

I coft a stane o’ haslock woo’, 57

I dread thee, Fate, relentless and severe, 164

I gat your letter, winsome Willie, 98

I hae a wife o’ my ain, 91

I lang hae thought, my youthfu’ friend, 151

I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town, 36

I mind it weel, in early date, 164

I’m owre young, I’m owre young, 103

I see a form, I see a face, 36

Is there a whim-inspirèd fool, 161

Is there, for honest poverty, 167

I tell you now this ae night, 135

It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, 90

It was a’ for our rightfu’ King, 11

It was upon a Lammas night, 21

Jenny’s a’ wat, poor body, 156

John Anderson my jo, John, 58

Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, 96

Lassie wi’ the lint-white locks, 41

Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, 101

Let half-starv’d slaves in warmer skies, 82

Let other Poets raise a fracas, 78

Loud blaw the frosty breezes, 138

Meet me on the warlock knowe, 10

My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie, 32

My heart is sair, I dare na tell, 33

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, 139

My heart was ance as blythe and free, 104

My lady’s gown there’s gairs upon’t, 43

My lord a-hunting he is gane, 43

My Lord, I know your noble ear, 135

My love is like a red red rose, 6

My love she’s but a lassie yet, 84

November chill blaws loud wi’ angry sough, 180

Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, 74

Now Nature cleeds the flowery lea, 41

Now rosy May comes in wi’ flowers, 10

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, 3

Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns, 120

O cam ye here the fight to shun, 16

Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw, 90

O guid ale comes, and guid ale goes, 84

Oh, open the door, some pity to shew, 111

O how can I be blithe and glad, 89

O Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie, 13

O lassie, art thou sleeping yet, 134

O leeze me on my spinnin’ wheel, 146

O let me in this ae night, 134

O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, 15

O Luve will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen, 42

O Mary, at thy window be, 2

O May, thy morn was ne’er sae sweet, 129

O poortith cauld, and restless love, 122

O rattlin’, roarin’ Willie, 51

O saw ye bonnie Lesley, 71

O that I had ne’er been married, 150

O this is no my ain lassie, 36

O Thou unknown Almighty Cause, 159

O Thou, whatever title suit thee, 125

O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, 123

Out over the Forth I look to the north, 113

O, wat ye wha’s in yon town, 34

O were I on Parnassus hill, 92

O, wert thou in the cauld blast, 140

O wha my babie-clouts will buy, 63

O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad, 62

O why should fate sic pleasure have, 123

O Willie brew’d a peck o’ maut, 50

O ye wha are sae guid yoursel, 106

Robin was a rovin’ boy, 1

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, 74

Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, 166

She is a winsome wee thing, 93

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 170

Simmer’s a pleasant time, 163

The bonniest lad that e’er I saw, 68

The cardin’ o’t, the spinnin’ o’t, 57

The Catrine woods were yellow seen, 162

The gloomy night is gathering fast, 67

The lovely lass o’ Inverness, 140

The red-coat lads, wi’ black cockades, 17

Then guidwife, count the lawin, 51

Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher, 132

There’s auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, 122

There’s naught but care on ev’ry han’, 22

There was a lad was born in Kyle, 1

There was a lass, and she was fair, 109

There was a lass, they ca’d her Meg, 60

There was three Kings into the east, 48

The sun had closed the winter day, 200

The wind blew hollow frae the hills, 157

The wintry wast extends his blast, 46

Tho’ cruel fate should bid us part, 31

Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, 113

Thou lingering star, with lessening ray, 14

To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids, 105

’Twas even—the dewy fields were green, 141

’Twas in that place o’ Scotland’s Isle, 172

’Twas when the stacks got on their winter-hap, 186

Up in the morning’s no’ for me, 92

We are na fou’, we’re no that fou’, 50

Wee modest crimson-tippèd flow’r, 44

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie, 4

What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, 104

When biting Boreas, fell and dour, 23

When chapman billies leave the street, 193

When chill November’s surly blast, 64

When I think on the happy days, 12

When o’er the hill the eastern star, 145

Where Cart rins rowin’ to the sea, 147

While briers an’ woodbines budding green, 52

While new-ca’d kye rowte at the stake, 85

While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, 26

Why am I loath to leave this earthly scene, 160

Wi’ braw new branks in mickle pride, 76

Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, 133

Wow, but your letter made me vauntie, 149

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around, 8

Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon, 120

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List of Poem Titles

Songs and Lyrics

THERE WAS A LAD MARY MORISON THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY TO A MOUSE, ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH, NOVEMBER, 1785 GO FETCH TO ME A PINT O’ WINE MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED RED ROSE BLYTHE AND MERRY HIGHLAND MARY AFTON WATER DAINTY DAVIE IT WAS A’ FOR OUR RIGHTFU’ KING WHEN I THINK ON THE HAPPY DAYS THERE’LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME KENMURE’S ON AND AWA TO MARY IN HEAVEN LOGAN BRAES ON THE BATTLE OF SHERIFFMUIR DUNCAN GRAY MY NANNIE O THE RIGS O’ BARLEY GREEN GROW THE RASHES A WINTER NIGHT THE RICHES OF THE POOR THO’ CRUEL FATE TAM GLEN FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY O, FOR ANE AN’ TWENTY, TAM! O, WAT YE WHA’S IN YON TOWN? O THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE I’LL AYE CA’ IN BY YON TOWN THE AULD FARMER’S NEW-YEAR MORNING SALUTATION TO HIS AULD MARE, MAGGIE, LASSIE WI’ THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS THE POSIE MY LADY’S GOWN THERE’S GAIRS UPON’T TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY THOUGHTS IN WINTER CONTENTED WI’ LITTLE JOHN BARLEYCORN WILLIE BREWED COUNT THE LAWIN RATTLIN’, ROARIN’ WILLIE AN OFFER OF FRIENDSHIP THE CARDIN’ O’T JOHN ANDERSON MY JO AND MAUN I STILL ON MENIE DOAT DUNCAN DAVISON AN EXHORTATION TO DAVIE WHISTLE, AND I’LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD THE RANTIN’ DOG THE DADDIE O’T MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN THE GLOOMY NIGHT THE HIGHLAND LADDIE ADDRESS TO EDINBURGH BONNIE LESLEY AH, CHLORIS AE FOND KISS MY NANNIE’S AWA MACPHERSON’S FAREWELL BRAW LADS IN A FRIEND’S CAUSE SCOTCH DRINK ANOTHER OF THE SAME A BOUSING CATCH THE MALTWORM’S RUNE POETS FOR EVER! THE BONNIE LAD THAT’S FAR AWA OF A’ THE AIRTS IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONNIE FACE I HAE A WIFE UP IN THE MORNING O WERE I ON PARNASSUS HILL MY WIFE’S A WINSOME WEE THING THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE, THE AUTHOR’S ONLY PET YOWE POOR MAILIE’S ELEGY THE BARDS OF AYR LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER I’M OWRE YOUNG TO MARRY YET WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI’ AN AULD MAN? TO THE WEAVERS GIN YE GO ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS CA’ THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES AYE SHE WROUGHT HER MAMMIE’S WARK OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, OH! WANDERING WILLIE OUT OVER THE FORTH THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE ROWTH O’ RHYMES THE POET’S RICHES THE KIRK OF LAMINGTON YE BANKS AND BRAES NOW WESTLIN WINDS AULD ROB MORRIS POORTITH CAULD TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY ADDRESS TO THE DEIL O MAY, THY MORN PEG-A-RAMSEY WHISTLE OWRE THE LAVE O’T HUSBAND, HUSBAND, CEASE YOUR STRIFE HEY FOR A LASS WI’ A TOCHER SIC A WIFE AS WILLIE HAD O LASSIE, ART THOU SLEEPING YET? THE HUMBLE PETITION OF BRUAR WATER TO THE NOBLE DUKE OF ATHOLE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER MY HEART’S IN THE HIGHLANDS THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS O, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST THE LASS O’ BALLOCHMYLE ELEGY ON CAPT. MATTHEW HENDERSON MY AIN KIND DEARIE O BESSY AND HER SPINNIN’ WHEEL THE GALLANT WEAVER EPPIE ADAIR FOR WEANS AND WIFE CROWDIE EVER MAIR ‘BRAW SOBER LESSONS’ TO A HAGGIS BANNOCKS O’ BARLEY COMING THROUGH THE RYE LAMENT FOR JAMES, EARL OF GLENCAIRN A PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH STANZAS ON THE SAME OCCASION A BARD’S EPITAPH THE BRAES O’ BALLOCHMYLE AY WAUKIN, O IN EVIL DAYS THE POETIC DAYSPRING SCOTS WHA HAE FOR A’ THAT AND A’ THAT HERE’S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT’S AWA DOES HAUGHTY GAUL AULD LANG SYNE

Longer Poems

THE TWA DOGS THE COTTER’S SATURDAY NIGHT THE BRIGS OF AYR TAM O’ SHANTER THE VISION